"Man the register will you?" a blond haired beauty called over her shoulder. A tall man with blond hair stood with pride listening closely for footsteps. He couldn't see. His sight had been taken away a long time ago. He had "blue eyes" a gift from his best friend. Said best friend was sweeping the floors. His sister was acting as a waitress charming the customers. The blond-haired girl was in the kitchen cooking and watching her baby girl. Len sighed and leaned on the counter it was a slow day. From what he could hear, which was very much, only six other people were in the restaurant with them. Ring. The little bell on the door rang signaling someone was coming in. He heard a little gasp from behind him. It was Miku he could tell because her long hair had brushed against him. She ran away and Len could only say,
"What the hell?"
Len turned to the approaching footsteps.
"Hello!" he said and waited for the person to respond. The footsteps were heavy but it could be a lady in boots. Len didn't want to address the person as sir just in case. A gruff voice answered with a hello. It sounded familiar but Len pretended to look around, sighed and said
"This way" Len led the man to what he presumed was an empty table.
"What would you like?" he asked as he looked for the pad and pencil.
"Just tea, please." The other man answered followed with
"Do I know you?" Len smiled back and said
"Maybe, probably not because if you did know me you would know about my condition." Len turned and stalked to the kitchen the smile disappearing.
"MIKU!!" he yelled. The pigtailed girl squeaked and turned to him.
"Where are you Miku?" He spread his hands in front of him trying to find the woman. "I'm here." she squeaked and Len rested his hands on her arms.
"Why aren't you waitressing?" He frowned, he didn't think that was a word
"That man. Don't you remember?"
"No, not really. Who is it?"
"It's-"